After Marriage
Stand by
“I'm just afraid that my ex-husband-Cream-disrupts our relationship.” Hasan was silent for a moment to hear the narration from Anha. True too, the more they should speed up the wedding day the better.
“But... are you sure you're ready to face my parents if they don't match you?” ask Hasan carefully.
Hasan interrupted his words for a moment.
“I can't fight alone, An. I also need you with a condition that is really ready to face my parents.
Anha nodded her head. Ready not to be ready then reality must be lived.
“I'm ready, really. The proof I used to go through when my mother-in-law did not like me.”
“OK. If so, nothing is doubted anymore. When are you going to my house?” hasan asked while finishing the remaining fries on the plate earlier.
Hmm. It's a pity that Mama Anha cooked it just a little. Or don't just let Hasan enjoy it too much, yeah.
“Now just gapapa,” said Anha casually while rubbing her lips using the tissue she had taken from the table.
“Hah, seriously?!”
“It. Wh why? You don't want to?”
Anha pouted and displayed a puppy face welding her mainstay. Hasan only grimaced and rubbed Anha's head spoiled for anxiety with this woman.
Anha brushed off the tanga and put her lips together. Why, anyway, now Hasan hobby rubbed his head. Just like Sean.
Anha smiled inwardly at the thought of the rancid boy. Aw, Sean. How, yes, is he currently? Surely he's in Singapore right now flirting with a pretty girl.
“Judah. Let's go now. Must be Mama same Papa still at home, kok.”
Anha smiled and immediately got up from her sitting position.
“OK. I take a shower, yeah. You wait in dalem.”
After saying this, Anha had already passed into the house. Be ready and shower first.
***
Hasan took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly through his mouth. Many times Hasan looked at his watch while still sitting with worry in the sova of Anha's living room.
Ouch. Is it really not a secret when women dress up must be very long? Anha said wait five minutes, but now it's fifty minutes more.
Hasan was obviously bored. Waiting is a very bad thing.
Anha looked at the surrounding space. Now his eyes capture the photo with a golden figura. Featuring a portrait of Anha flanked by her father and mother.
If you look at a glance. Anha was very similar to her mother when she was young. Like a real copy paste man. The only difference is the hair of his mother is wavy.
There was Anha who was smiling very sweetly while hugging a teddy bear rather large, with hair cut in two. Funny thing. Hasan smiled at his own smile.
“Where? Beautiful no?”
“Beautiful, kok,” said Hasan reflexively still smiling his own smile while still staring at the photo in the figure unconsciously was the voice of Anha.
Anha who had come out of her room with beautiful makeup was pouting because she felt that she was currently being ignored by Hasan.
“I mean I'm beautiful what's not?” repeat Anha again while holding her chest. Then Hasan turned his gaze toward the source of the sound.
“Eh, how?”
Hasan was speechless, her cheeks flushed and she saw the beautiful Anha in her dress.
“Beauty, really. Pretty bang.”
Hasan neutralized his strange-sounding tone by quacking. Anha laughed seeing it.